[ To him, she is delicate. He can't tell if it's the look in her eyes, sometimes, when she thinks no one can see, or the way her easiness gave way to nervousness, but there's something here, a fragility that Baby is careful of.
Maybe she likes to be handled roughly. But she also doesn't look to be complaining about the careful way he touches her and asks her permission, and so he smiles when she agrees, leaning in to kiss her, thumb still brushing her cheek.
Despite the softness, he's also not hesitant about it, when he kisses her. He licks at her bottom lip, the corners of his lips curved into a smile as he pushes her against the kitchen counter a little, still leaving her more than enough give to pull back if she wants to. Still, he angles his body towards hers, and kisses her with intent, nothing to be mistaken there - she tastes like brown sugar, and he can't get enough. ]
shhhh *pets your hair*
Maybe she likes to be handled roughly. But she also doesn't look to be complaining about the careful way he touches her and asks her permission, and so he smiles when she agrees, leaning in to kiss her, thumb still brushing her cheek.
Despite the softness, he's also not hesitant about it, when he kisses her. He licks at her bottom lip, the corners of his lips curved into a smile as he pushes her against the kitchen counter a little, still leaving her more than enough give to pull back if she wants to. Still, he angles his body towards hers, and kisses her with intent, nothing to be mistaken there - she tastes like brown sugar, and he can't get enough. ]